Axelle had not anticipated that things would get this rough.
And she had not anticipated quite how much she would like it.
But, as the interrogation wore on, and as her captor’s attentions grew bolder and more physically demanding, she was forced to admit that somehow this was making her even wetter than before. This was a torture of a different sort: struggling to maintain a dispassionate demeanor while her body responded to the stimulation in unexpected ways. Willing herself not to give in to the feelings coursing through her being, knowing that there was no one there to see or judge her if she failed.
Her body betrayed her with every moan, every gasp, every sigh. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, but she wouldn’t let herself go yet, not until they’d gotten what they needed from her. Her captor, however, had noticed that things were progressing in that direction. The interrogator reached out and put a hand on each of Axelle’s thighs, spreading them apart a little wider and towering over the bound girl. The new position gave him access to the soggy little micro-bikini panties she wore underneath her skirt. He ran one finger between the cleft of her pussy lips and over her clit. Axelle’s hips bucked involuntarily at the touch; she bit down hard on her lip so as to avoid making any more noises than necessary. That finger moved up to her clit again, but instead of playing with it he seemed determined to make it harder for her not to make sounds now. The first gentle brush against the sensitive nub was followed by a caress too rough and fast for Axelle to keep silent as it passed over that hyper-sensitive spot, then another too soft, too light for any noticeable sensation at all…
Her captor hadn’t waited long enough for Axelle’s guard to drop completely before moving on from his ministrations at her crotch and starting work on her nipples again. He had previously used alternating fingers on the nipple clamps so as not to overwhelm one nipple with too much sensation at once; now he was going back and forth between them with both hands – gently tweaking one nipple and pinching the other simultaneously. One hand would move up to play with her necklace while the other moved down toward her already wet pussy…
Axelle gasped loudly when she felt his fingers approach their target; she tried closing her legs tighter together but he managed to pry them apart despite all her efforts. She wasn’t surprised when his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her panties…but she did think he might take things no further than that. Instead he stayed there for a second or two, taking advantage of the opportunity presented by Axelle’s willingness (and inability) to close her legs shut while he did as he pleased with his captive’s lower half…before suddenly tearing away the flimsy material blocking his way!
Axelle cried out in surprise and pleasure – surprised at how quickly he’d gotten rid of those pesky panties; pleasure at how easily he’d done it – at how hard his cock felt pressing into her thigh now that there was nothing separating them save for a few layers of clothing…then cried out again when rough fingers dipped inside her slit, finding the entrance already slick with arousal…not really caring whether or not anyone actually heard this time since she knew she couldn’t stop herself from crying out loud when this happened anyway…
“Well?” came a voice from somewhere outside of Axelle’s perception at this point. “What did you find?”
“She’s fucking soaked,” replied the interrogator gruffly, pulling his soaking wet fingers out of Axelle’s folds and holding them up for his superior officer (who seemed more concerned about proper procedure than satisfying himself with what they’d found). “And I don’t mean just from sweat.”
The officer nodded approvingly – or perhaps just relieved that everything had gone according to plan. Axelle wasn’t really sure. The only thing she was sure of was that the interrogator had just plunged his finger into her sopping wet snatch; another cry escaped from her lips as she felt that finger start to fuck her with abandon, as if punishing her for the trouble she’d caused by getting herself this aroused…
“Well done,” the officer said again. “You have your orders.”
The interrogator nodded and replied, “Yes, sir.” He had already thrown away the ruined panties, now he made quick work of undoing his belt and pants. It didn’t take him long to whip out his cock and bring it to just the right level of hardness…Axelle was still shivering a little from coming down after experiencing orgasms that had seemed to come out of nowhere; she tried to will herself not to cum this time around since she knew what would happen next…
Her captor wasted no time in positioning himself at her entrance; he slid his shaft inside her in one smooth motion, forcing yet another vocal reaction from Axelle. She couldn’t help herself from moaning – not because she was enjoying this or wanted it to happen – but because he’d gotten inside her so fast. And then he’d started thrusting before she even realized what was happening…not that it took much for Axelle to realize what was going on at this point. Her captor pummelled her pussy mercilessly, as if trying to punish and humiliate her with each deep thrust, his cock dragging against her insides in a way that had become familiar to her during their previous encounters but somehow felt more intense now that they were fucking like this…
Axelle was still trying to wrap her mind around what was happening when he shoved himself inside of her balls-deep and came. That had been quick! His grip on her hips tightened as his climax took over (and he began moving even faster than before) and Axelle screamed at the sensation of being so full while coming down from two intense orgasms in a row. She could feel his semen gushing into her pussy and running down the insides of her thighs. She hoped they would intend to let her wash up before taking these pictures…this could be problematic otherwise…
She could feel his cock shrinking inside of her as he came down from his own orgasm, but she still clearly felt every twitch and spasm as he finished off inside her body. Her captor’s breath was heavy in her ear as he held himself there for a few seconds longer before pulling out completely and zipping up his pants again. He looked down at Axelle with a mixture of lust and disdain…but also something else: pride? His expression changed as he grabbed onto the chain connecting Axelle’s nipple clamps and gave it a sharp tug downward, causing pain to flare up inside Axelle’s chest as well as an indescribable sensation build up between her legs once again. She bit down hard on her lip again so she wouldn’t make any noises this time around. The interrogator let go and pressed a hand against Axelle’s abdomen for several seconds before stepping away entirely.
He told the officer standing next to him, “I think she’s about ready.”
The officer nodded approvingly, “Good,” he said to both men (probably more for his own benefit because they obviously already knew). Then he turned toward the camera crew and snapped at them, “Get ready! I want these pictures back on my desk by tomorrow morning!”
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